Jiang Feng felt this way for the first time, he had eaten Li Hongzhang's chowder, and he had eaten pure meat wontons that were more ruthless than Li Hongzhang's chowder, but he didn't feel like this.

The pressure, anxiety, unwillingness, anger and other negative emotions that had been tormenting him these days all gushed out along with the chewed pigeon eggs as they swallowed down his throat, making Jiang Feng want to cry, cry, and cry loudly on the table.

Jiang Feng thought so and did the same.

He cried while holding the bowl, eating as he cried, and salty tears dripped down his cheeks into the bowl and into the soup. He was crying silently at first, but then gradually he started to cry, and the more he cried, the louder it became, until he finally cried until he couldn't swallow.

Everything has lost its meaning, Jiang Feng doesn't want anything now, he just wants to cry loudly.

He finally understood what was tormenting him these days.

It's guilt.

It is the guilt of the two grandfathers, the guilt of Wang Xiulian and Jiang Jiankang, the guilt of Wu Minqi, the guilt of other colleagues in Taifeng Building, and the guilt of Peng Changping.

He didn't do anything wrong, he just felt sorry for what they were expecting from him these days, and what he expected of himself.

People are really stressed because they have expectations.

These silent anticipations became shackles that pressed on him, small and light at first, and as time went by, these shackles became heavier and heavier like a river of water, more and more stressful, pressing him nervously, and pressing him out of breath.

He didn't even know that these shackles came from.

Now that he knew, these shackles were also opened and put down.

With tears, they all left his body.

One can shout from the rooftop, howl in an empty room, or cry in a home where no one is around.

"I'm a good cook. Jiang Feng repeated this sentence as if he was drunk last night, only this time he didn't even have Wang Hao by his side, so he could cry loudly unscrupulously, and he could scold himself in a louder voice than crying.

"Why am I so cooked, it's been more than two months, and I can't even make soup. ”

"I'm a good cook......"

"I really ......"

He felt that he didn't know what to scold when he scolded himself, so he could only keep repeating the monotonous sentence "I'm a good dish".

He's really good at cooking, it's just a little bit, a little bit, but he can't touch it, every time it's a little bit worse.

Jiang Feng felt that he was tired of crying, so tired that he didn't even have the strength to say that he was a good dish, so tired that he even felt redundant to sob.

He didn't notice that the door had already opened, and there were two people standing in the entrance.

It's Jiang Jiankang and Wang Xiulian.

Wu Minqi told them that Jiang Feng was not in good spirits today, and the two of them were worried that Jiang Feng would not have anything to eat at noon, so they came back to deliver food to Jiang Feng, and they also wanted to take this opportunity to talk to Jiang Feng, but they saw the scene just now.

When Jiang Feng noticed that his father and mother had been standing at the door for a long time, he had finished crying, and his heart was also much more comfortable, and after venting all the negative emotions that had accumulated for many days, he was unprecedentedly comfortable and happy.

"Dad, Mom......" Jiang Feng was stupid, he didn't know when Wang Xiulian and Jiang Jiankang came, and how much they had seen.

"Smash. Wang Xiulian had been wiping tears at the door for more than ten minutes.

"If you can't learn, we won't learn, if the restaurant goes bankrupt, we will go home, your father and I will continue to open a small fried shop, I will pay back the money owed by your father, what do you like." Jiang Feng stopped crying, and Wang Xiulian cried.

"That's right!" Jiang Jiankang echoed loudly, "Son, if you don't want to learn, we'll go home, and if we don't stay in Beiping, we'll go back to Z City." If your grandfather beats your father and helps you get beaten, let's return the restaurant to Professor Li, and we won't be wronged if we don't learn. ”

Jiang Feng: ......

He felt like crying again.

Wang Xiulian stepped forward and grabbed Jiang Feng's hand: "Smash, don't think about it, don't think about it, don't think about what those children on the news did because of work pressure to jump off the building and commit suicide." If there's pressure, we won't do it, if we can't bear it, we'll go home, and if something happens, your dad will happen, don't scare mom, don't think about it. ”

Obviously, Wang Xiulian and Jiang Jiankang both thought that Jiang Feng had just collapsed because of too much pressure.

Jiang Feng: "...... Mom, I just ate Li Hongzhang's chowder. ”

Wang Xiulian's crying stopped suddenly.

Wang Xiulian was stupid.

Jiang Jiankang was also stupid.

When they pushed the door just now, they were all stupid by Jiang Feng's appearance, and they didn't pay attention to the dishes on the table, thinking that Jiang Feng was eating while eating.

"You...... You kid. Wang Xiulian was a little embarrassed for a while, and quickly wiped the tears off her face, "Why are you eating this dish well, you are scared to death of your parents and me." Don't eat this dish, your dad and I brought you food, all of which were made by your grandfather, and your dad didn't steal a bite. ”

"Jiankang, what are you still doing standing at the door, close the door and bring the food, you haven't eaten after crying for so long!"

"Oh, oh, oh. Jiang Jiankang woke up like a dream and immediately closed the door.

"Mom and Dad, I'm fine, don't think about it. Jiang Feng's voice was a little hoarse because he cried too hard just now.

Wang Xiulian didn't speak, she took Li Hongzhang's chowder down to the toilet.

Jiang Jiankang looked at Jiang Feng as if he was thinking about something.

"Wife, do you think that something is not quite right?" Waiting for Wang Xiulian to bring back the empty bowl, Jiang Jiankang said.

Jiang Feng hurriedly explained: "I'm really fine. ”

"It seems to be a little. Wang Xiulian walked in, reached out and touched Jiang Feng's forehead very skillfully, and was shocked, "It's not good, it seems to have a fever." ”

Jiang Feng himself was stupid, and hurriedly went to find the temperature to measure his body temperature.

One test, 39.2°C.

Hyperpyrexia!

Jiang Feng realized that he felt that he had been groggy not because of a hangover, but because of a fever.

He hadn't had a fever for about six or seven years, and he didn't even have a cold to be exact, and he couldn't remember what it was like to have a fever for a long time.

It is definitely not a trivial matter for an adult to suddenly have a high fever to this temperature, and it will be troublesome if it is accidentally dragged into pneumonia. In this way, Wang Xiulian and Jiang Jiankang didn't care about Jiang Feng's pain just now, and called Jiang Shoucheng and asked him to help Jiang Feng register first, and then dragged Jiang Feng's rice to see a doctor without letting him eat.

For the insurance period, Jiang Jiankang also asked the doctor to give Jiang Feng a more detailed examination.

The result of the examination was that Jiang Feng had to be hospitalized for observation for a few days, not because of high fever, but because of something else.

"Young man, the work pressure should be quite high recently, work less overtime, and don't always work all night, so your body can't bear it. ”

Jiang Feng sat on the hospital bed and took an intravenous drip, and the doctor was explaining his condition to him.

"Working all night?" Jiang Feng was stupid, his daily working hours were not short, but it was not to the point of staying all night.

"Young people don't rely on their young health to work hard and waste their bodies, their bodies are their own, you are Xiao Jiang's younger brother, I will say some things directly. If you continue to work like this, your body and energy will be unbearable sooner or later, I heard Xiao Jiang say that you are on vacation today, right, thanks to your rest, otherwise there may be some big problems if you continue like this. For Jiang Feng's sake, Jiang Shoucheng's cousin, the doctor gave two instructions.

"Your high fever is temporary, there should be no major problem with the infusion today and tomorrow, stay hospitalized for a few more days, and it is best to ask the company for leave after being discharged, rest more, relax more, go out for entertainment, there should be no big problem." The doctor said, "Xiao Jiang is going to the meeting now, and when the meeting is over, he will come over and tell you other precautions, if there is anything uncomfortable, ring the bell and call the nurse." Your parents should go back and pack their things, don't bring too many things, just bring a change of clothes. ”

"The food in the orthopedic canteen is okay, if you are not used to eating other canteens, you can go to the orthopedic canteen to eat, eat more good food, supplement nutrition, sleep more, and rest more. ”

Jiang Feng listened to what the doctor said a lot before he reacted: "Doctor, do you mean that I have a high fever because of overwork?"

That can also be understood in this way. The doctor nodded, "Long-term high-intensity work, high mental tension, once relaxed, it is easy to have some symptoms." And some of your endocrine disorders are also caused by long-term and high-intensity work, but if it is not serious, you don't need to take medicine, rest more, and return to normal work and rest will soon return to normal. ”

After speaking, the doctor left, leaving Jiang Feng sitting on the hospital bed dumbfounded.

Is he overworked?

Is this also considered overwork?

Can this also be overworked?

Jiang Feng felt that if he was also overworked, then most 996s might have only one way to go, sudden death.

Jiang Feng sat on the hospital bed and thought about it for a long time, before he could barely come up with a reason that could explain why he was overworked.

Braised pork.

The hard work buff of braised pork.

The buff of braised pork can keep people enthusiastic about their work for 12 hours in a row, work hard, and go all out, but people's energy is limited, and 12 hours of preoccupied work will definitely bring a certain degree of burden to the body.

It may be psychologically enjoyable, but not physically emotionally.

Not to mention that Jiang Feng has eaten buffs for more than two months in a row, and it is not impossible for his body to have symptoms of overwork.

The buff of this braised pork is like a tonic, it is useful to eat occasionally, it is very useful, but if you eat the tonic as a meal and make up for it, the tonic will become poison.

Thinking about this, Jiang Feng couldn't help but sigh.

Buffs are good, but you can't eat them every day.

It's a three-point poison, and this thing has sequelae!